pear tree once tamely tended has grown wildly feral
fruit formed fifty feet up falls for you look out
plop pear drops
first a delicious seductive squish of pulp run to rot
flesh ferments on sun warmed flesh then descends softly down sticky skin
now an unripe knock sour to the skull puts you prone in pools of perry at his feet
concussion tastes sweet roots reach for their harvest
-acklum
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